Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

Chapter 258 Demon Lord Wei Appears Again

As everyone continued to move forward, they saw a mirror at the end of the corridor.

A huge, floor-to-ceiling mirror.

In the mirror, five different faces were reflected.

Wen Yang has different faces on the left and right sides, with the male on the left and the female on the right. On the left are several dry and rotting corpses, and on the right are transparent and dark like ghosts.

Gu Lie has the face of an old Buddha, grinning with angry eyes, like a madman. However, with tears in his eyes and blood at the corners of his mouth, there was a look of pity in the madman.

Long Xiaoqi has a strange human face, with a dragon beard and long mouth, and horns on top of his head. The golden pupils are vertical, and the eyes are dull, staring straight at himself outside the mirror.

Jiang Liwen is a lump of skin, sometimes concave and sometimes convex, sometimes bulging and sometimes deflated. The seven orifices spray a large amount of black mist outward, like a leaking high-pressure balloon.

As for Wei Dongliu, he was a weird faceless man. Countless faces flashed across his face frequently, as if each one was his face, and none of them seemed to belong to him.

Everyone stared at themselves in the mirror, silent.

After a while, Gu Lie murmured:

What the fuck is this shit?

There is no trace of illusion here. Jiang Li'an said seriously, It seems that our image has only been distorted to a certain extent.

Can I smash it? Wen Yang asked in a dark tone, obviously very dissatisfied with the image in the mirror.

It's best not to. Wei Dongliu took out the small golden sword, held it in his palm, and threw it forward like a dart.

The little sword fell into the mirror, and everyone's reflections disappeared in an instant. The huge mirror opened like a door, revealing the passage behind.

So what exactly is that? Gu Lie's tone was still a little vague.

Whatever it is, just pass it. Wen Yang said impatiently.

Wei Dongliu watched calmly from the side, and secretly asked Kunlun Mirror:

What was that in the mirror just now?

Template mapping. Kunlun Mirror said succinctly, You don't even understand it.

Wei Dongliu:?

Hey, if you don't tell me how will I understand! The riddle mirror is dead!

Everyone continued to walk forward, and they came to a spacious place similar to a main hall.

There are such halls in Kunlun and Shushan Mountains, where ancestor worship and other ceremonies are held, so they are often arranged solemnly and magnificently...otherwise they cannot reflect the majesty of the sect.

However, although the main hall of Jinghu Shrine is equally magnificent, it was probably because the evacuation was too hasty before, and the scene was almost a mess.

The table that was pushed down, the cups that fell to the ground, and the shattered curtains were torn, vividly showing the tense atmosphere that the Yaozu was almost desperate at that time before everyone's eyes.

Be careful. Jiang Lifan said suddenly, It's been nearly 100,000 years since the demon clan evacuated, and the shrine itself is nothing more than that. How could these furniture be preserved intact?

When everyone heard the words, they immediately gathered towards the center to avoid touching the table and cups on the ground.

Fellow Daoist Wei, what do you think? Wen Yang asked suddenly, as if seeking his advice.

Illusion. Wei Dongliu said concisely.

It's actually an illusion? Gu Lie said in surprise, immediately bit his finger, wiped his forehead with blood, pinched a strange spell, and then stared at it.

no change.

Whether it is the desk, the cups, the curtains, or even the gold paint on the pillars, there is no sign of aging.

It was as if the evacuation had happened yesterday.

He couldn't help but look suspiciously at Wei Dongliu again, only to see the other party snap his fingers.

The Kunlun mirror cooperated with the secret method to break the illusion, and all the surrounding furniture disappeared in an instant... The only thing left was the wall in front of the main hall, which was also inlaid with a huge mirror.

A figure emerged from the mirror, at first it was blurry, but as he got closer, his face became clearer and clearer, until standing in front of the mirror, everyone saw that it was actually Gu Lie.

To be exact, it was Gu Lie who looked like the devil Buddha in the mirror earlier.

The Demon Buddha saluted with one palm, said Amitabha Buddha, and then stepped out of the mirror and walked into the hall.

What the hell are you! Gu Lie suddenly exclaimed.

Amitabha. Mo Buddha stared wide-eyed, gritted his teeth, with an angry and ferocious expression.

But for some reason, there was a look of pity in his eyes, and his tone was gentle and compassionate:

Gu Lie, I am the kindness in your heart.

You disguise yourself with killing and tyranny, but to prevent the good thoughts in your heart...

Shut up for me! Gu Lie didn't dare to let him finish, and even drew out the blood-colored flying sword, gritted his teeth and killed him fiercely.

Facing the blood-colored flying sword, Mo Buddha didn't dodge or dodge, he just raised the Buddhist bead in his left hand and swung it, then spun around the cut sword a few times, wrapped it around it to resist it, but he couldn't make a single cut.

Jiang Liwen waved his robe sleeves, and three demon heads flew out. In the air, they turned into giant men with green faces and fangs. They were the thirty-six gods and demons of the Heavenly Demon Dao, and they grabbed the Demon Buddha viciously.

Mo Buddha struck with his backhand, and met the god and demon with a palm, and saw that the latter's arm exploded from palm to elbow, and from elbow to shoulder in an instant, the bones were cracked, and the flesh and blood collapsed.

Blood-drinking Wrathful Lord! Jiang Liwen exclaimed, Old Demon Gu, have you cultivated the Dharma Body of Helujia?

That's not me! Gu Lie yelled madly.

Jiang Li knew how to fight repeatedly, manipulating the two gods and demons with signs and the Buddha to deal with him, so as to avoid confronting him head-on.

Wen Yang raised two fingers together, and launched Yin Guidao's offensive spell Grudge Curse Binding Kill, and countless gray and white ghosts killed it.

I saw the demon Buddha holding the Buddha beads with his right hand, wrestling with Gu Lie who was manipulating the flying sword and sweating profusely, and his left hand formed a palm to deal with the god and demon of Jiang Witch. Suddenly, as if by magic, he took out a purple gold bowl from his sleeve Come on, just to catch the gray and white ghost that rushed over.

Wen Yang suddenly realized that the connection with Yinhun was broken, and he was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and shouted in horror:

Golden Core Realm! The other party can easily take away my ghost, it must be in the Golden Core Realm!

To be able to fight against the enemy with blood-drinking wrath, what else can it be if it is not at the Jindan stage?! Gu Lie shouted in horror. At this time, he was completely at a disadvantage, and the flying sword in his hand was pulled back and forth by the magic Buddha's beads , embarrassed.

Get out of the way! Let me do it! Long Xiaoqi rushed forward suddenly, his arms quickly swelled into giant claws, and directly patted on the Tianling Gai of the Demon Buddha.

The strength of her giant claws is even stronger than that of Ginger Witch's slapping god, and there is a strong wind sound between the slaps. Fly Long Xiao Qiding out.

Gu Lie wanted to take the opportunity to take back the flying sword, but was turned by the opponent's Buddha beads, and the bloody flying sword was thrown to the corner, unable to move.

Then Mo Buddha slapped Gu Lie away again, and strode towards Wen Yang and the others.

Wen Yang gritted his teeth and pinched the magic trick with his hands, as if he wanted to use the secret magic to fight desperately.

Jiang Liyan also called out five more gods and demons with appearances, and stopped him, but he quietly backed away.

I saw that the Demon Buddha kept walking, and chanted in his mouth:

It's a duckweed body, why do you ask for Qingsong's life? The poor monk will let you free, just wait a moment.

He swung his palms forward, an iron-blue brilliance appeared on the palms, and there was a thunderous sound with the wind of the fist.

One palm smashed away the Yin ghost of Wenyang, and another palm repelled Jiang Witch's phased demon. He was about to kill the two of them on the spot, when suddenly a flying sword came obliquely from the side, and held his iron fist against it. .

Wei Dongliu was holding a sword in one hand, his beard and hair were red, and his double pupils were like blood. He seemed to be in the state of a chaotic demon body. He looked around with a sneer and said:

Just such an idiot, can you beat you like this?

As soon as the words fell, the Demon Buddha suddenly stepped back and roared:

Where did the heretics come from? No... this breath, are you the descendant of Abang Raksha?

Are you worthy of asking about the origin of this deity? Wei Dongliu swung his sword backhand, and Mo Buddha stretched out his hands to block, but was pierced by the sword of myriad ghosts and evil spirits, piercing through his face!